His hands are wrong. His position is wrong his posture is wrong. Does he know how to even shoot the ball right? Dottore snickered. Still, it was quite the view from here.

After much contemplation, Dottore moved towards Pantalone’s behind. The doctor’s hand slid to Pantalone’s stomach, resting on his torso while Dottore’s chest was pressed against Pantalone’s back

Upon closer look, Pantalone was even struggling to hold the stick. Teasingly, the doctor gently blew some air into his ear before talking some sense to him

“Do you even knew how to play pool regrator?”